Stressful Weekend…
In fact, so much so I’m not even in the mood to post about it. Still digesting it all. I guess I’ll tell the whole story tomorrow when I’m a bit more rested. Uh, now that I think about it, writing is somewhat cathartic, so I’ll tell you a little.
OK, so Saturday morning I am going down to see my youngest son play baseball. Now since my oldest was supposed to spend this weekend with his Mom, we (my Mom went to see the game too) took him down and all went in one car. I had planned to have my girlfriend pick me up about half way through the game and give me a ride home. Our thinking was we’d have the house to ourselves and be able to just lay around in bed and maybe cook some dinner and have a relaxing evening with no distractions or having to be a car service to Sam or stuff like that.
So about fifteen minutes into the game, the party hereafter known as “the ex” shows up, drops off Maggie (my oldest daughter) and explains she can’t take Sam for the weekend, she has no groceries, her bank account is screwed up and her paycheck never got deposited and she’s all distraught. And can my Mom just drop Danny and Maggie back at her place after the game, then she leaves. Now I’m looking at Sam and I feel bad for the kid. I know he likes to stay up here and hang with his friends, but he also needs his Mom and it’s a bummer to have everything change unexpectedly at the last minute, right? And now I’m feeling bad as they have no food, but a part of me is like, shit, I haven’t went grocery shopping in over a month, I’m out of work and we live in spaghetti, slices of pizza, and dollar menu cheeseburgers most nights.
Grace picks me up and I tell her what happened and she’s concerned and says why don’t we buy some groceries and drop them off. I said no, who knows what kind of stuff to get, etc. But I did go to cash my unemployment check, and I called and asked if she wanted me to drop off a hundred bucks so she could buy some groceries, but she said, no, don’t bother. I’m not going to press the issue, hey I offered and it was all I could do in my situation.
So we eat some spaghetti (again with the cheapest belly filler there is, but it’s good!) and then we head up to my house to chill out. Well, when we get home I expected Sam to be here, but we walk in the door and I see a baseball glove on the kitchen table! Uh oh… And I hear voices coming from the computer room, one of them is Maggie’s. So we walk in and there is Sam, Maggie and Danny. Turns out my Mom took it upon herself to invite Maggie and Danny up to spend the night at her place. OK, not a big deal usually, just a little bit of a surprise, but there’s more to this.
So Grace has never met my younger kids that live with their Mom. We talked about it but in the begining decided it was best to wait and not introduce them, as who knew if our relationship would grow and last, etc. Then Grace got sick over the winter and it’s been a long and arduous struggle back to wellness for her so we didn’t even consider it. We did talk about maybe hanging out with Maggie a couple months ago, but then I lost my job, things got hectic, and we never really talked about it after that. I figured Maggie was the best one to meet first though, she’s vary mature, funny and insightful and a really great kid. Danny is only 9 and all boy, and also I thought he may have some confused feelings and stuff so I wasn’t so sure about him. And Sarah is a sweetheart and all, but again I worry about her being overly sensitive and stuff.
Anyway, it wasn’t how we would want it, but she met them and all seemed to go well. We were all a little nervous I think, but we made small talk and chit chatted about this or that. Then the kids were over at my Mom’s playing baseball in her driveway and I was watering the grass seed and puttering around the yard with Grace. My mom came out and proceeded to get on Sam’s case as they lost three baseballs and she was blaming Sam for it all like ususal, so again as ususal I had to get in the middle and play peacekeeper and stick up for Sam. See all the fun I have?
Then I wanted the kids to see The Matrix Reloaded, so we took them to the mall and I bought hem the tickets (it’s an R flick, I dunno why) and went up to the food court to see if they wanted to eat. Grace was worried maybe they wouldn’t let them in, so she suggested we wait and make sure it went smoothly… Good call on her part, I walked them up and the ticket taker wouldn’t let them in if I wasn’t going also. Well, I was kinda resigned to just giving in and figured, how we gonna change his mind. But Grace asked to speak to the manager and I must say, she surprised me with how smooth she was, very persuasive, and unrelenting, until the manager gave in and walked them to the entrance, ripped their tickets in half, gave them the stubs and let them in!! So they got to see it, cool. G went home when the movie was over, and I went to pick them up, stopped at Carvel and got them all ice cream.
All in all I guess not a bad weekend. Oh yeah, I am amazed at how good the lawn is coming in! I’m more surprised then anyone, believe me, it’s not that easy to grow new grass. OK, I’m tired, gonna go crash. Sorry if this post was long and boring and made no sense, just kinda rambling ’bout whatever…
